The Vampire and the Innocent-Chapter 11

The hazardous car ride was tense. Anybody would be if they were speeding 150mph. Derek wore a bulletproof vest and his gun was full. He also carried pepper spray on him. I didn’t get all of these fancy weapons. I think he figured that I had enough natural-or supernatural- weapons in my arsenal. “Any pointers?” I asked nervously. I never physically fought so I was didn’t know the tricks.
“Well, go for the balls, toes, head, and gut. Open the glove compartment and get out 6 sets of handcuffs.” He asked, his eyes never strayed from the road. I did what he asked and I stared for more information. “If you knock the guy down, yank his hands behind his back and handcuff him. Keep all of them open until you need to cuff one.” Derek explained everything with some distaste and experience. I shuddered.
“Where is the fight?”
“They uncover a hotbed of Mafia in the West Side. Keep close to me.” The request was simple enough.
10 minutes later Derek informed me that we were here. I heard gunshots and yelling. I jumped out of the car, ready for a fight. I took in the surroundings. 15 cruisers. 10 civilian cars. Lot’s of gunshots. Trouble.
I heard distantly a cop yelling for help. I ran to the horrible noise and found the officer cornered against a building and a fence about to be stabbed. Instincts took over me. I launched at the man with the knife, knocking him to the ground. The man saw me and exclaimed, “ Bitch! You should know your place!” He stabbed me.
It didn’t hurt at all. No blood was seeping through my clothes. I got up and lifted my shirt to examine myself. I was astonished. The knife had bent against my skin. I let “cool” slip out under my breath.
The would-be murderer saw this too. He started scrambling away. I grabbed his jacket and reached for handcuffs. He tried to get out of the leather clothing but couldn’t. I whipped his arm around so he could face me. His face was contorted in pain. I had dislocated his shoulder. His black eyes were tearing and panicked. I shoved the hands together and put the handcuffs on his bruised wrists. After that I dragged him into a cruiser.
The chief of police approached me. “We need you to get into building.” I replied, “ I’m on it.” He nodded and jogged off into the chaos.
I ran as fast as I could through the crowd. Barely anybody noticed me. I circled the building until I found a small trapdoor that wasn’t padlocked. I tried to open it, fully thinking that it was locked.  I was wrong and went crashing into the fencing around the house. After dusting myself off I peered into the area. The coast was clear so I squeezed in. I stayed to the shadows and used that “magic”. I finally found the head of this ugly pimple. There were a dozen men holding guns, in counsel. One said, “Let’s just bomb them.” Everybody agreed with him.
Great. Now I have a deadline. I crept onto the one who suggested the bombing.  My condition was perfect because the horrible man lagged behind. He had a knife on his belt and a pistol in hand. I pounced and placed my hand over his sickly smiling mouth. The man tried to bite my thumb but was surprised when I yanked the gun out of his hand and hit the back of his skull with the butt of his own weapon. He sank soundlessly to the ground.
After he collapsed onto the dirty floor I smelled a metallic fragrance. Then I realized that he was bleeding. I grew dizzy the crimson film covered my eyes again. My whole being vibrated with adrenaline and giddiness. The gunshots and shouts dissipated and the scent permeated me even more.
I tore my coat for the packet of blood. Seeing the package tore away my restraint with terrible ferocity. I didn’t even tear the plastic; I sank my teeth into the gushing liquid. After half the packet I placed it on a chair. Okay, whenever I use run really fast I need blood.
Remembering the bomb I rushed out of the dark room, making sure I wasn’t using supernatural speed. I saw my targets and I swore. They already had the thing detonated. Then I remembered that I had a gun. I never fired one but how hard can it be.
There were five men. I readied my stance and extended my arms out, both on the gun’s grip. I held my breath and shot. Bam, Bam, Bam, Bam. I made sure that I didn’t hit the one with the bomb. When the rest had gone down I galloped towards the survivor. He was oblivious to who shot the gun. When I got close enough my elbow connected to his face. Motionless on the ground, it was easy to pry the explosive from his hands.
One badge ran towards my painfully slow and tore the bomb away from me. She took out some wire cutters and two minutes later the thing stopped ticking. She sighed in relief and gave Derek thumbs up. He smiled and he waved his hand telling us to come here.
“Good job.” I congratulated the officer. She looked at me, confused.
“Slower, please.”
“Oh, sorry. Good job.” I recited much slower. Her expression went back to happiness. That’s when I realized the gunshots never came back; the battle was over.